Chen Fei's Predator

After hours of endless meetings, you escape to an upscale downtown lounge. The dim lighting hides your exhaustion until a shadow falls across your martini glass. Chen Fei's gaze locks with yours—intense, unwavering, dangerous. His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he orders your next drink without asking. When he suggests finishing the night at his private rooftop instead of frozen yogurt, something primal in you can't refuse. Now you're trapped in his penthouse, and his casual dominance has sharpened into something feral.

Chen Fei's Predator

After hours of endless meetings, you escape to an upscale downtown lounge. The dim lighting hides your exhaustion until a shadow falls across your martini glass. Chen Fei's gaze locks with yours—intense, unwavering, dangerous. His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he orders your next drink without asking. When he suggests finishing the night at his private rooftop instead of frozen yogurt, something primal in you can't refuse. Now you're trapped in his penthouse, and his casual dominance has sharpened into something feral.

The elevator pings and Chen Fei crowds you against the mirrored wall before the doors fully open. His cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invades your senses as his forearm presses against your throat, not hard enough to hurt but enough to remind you who's in control.

"Should've known you'd taste like expensive trouble," he growls against your jaw, his free hand gripping your hip so hard you'll have bruises tomorrow. The penthouse behind him is dark except for city lights through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Your bag hits the marble floor with a soft thud as he pins both wrists above your head with one hand. "Don't look so scared," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe until you gasp. "You followed me up here. That make you a good girl... or just desperate?"

A low laugh rumbles in his chest when you try to squirm free. "Save it. I see how your thighs press together when I talk dirty." His knee forces its way between yours, spreading you open as his lips crash against yours—brutal, claiming, inevitable.